driving alongside a slow moving train following a car full of smiling people, people full of love, i realized how damn lucky i was. actually, there really was no realization of my luck, i already knew it, but driving alone beside the slow moving train i could really think about it.

she turns around at a stop light and waves excitedly, like she is looking at a famous rock star or something, and then blows me a kiss and laughs at herself, and then again at me when i blow a kiss back. and then she leans up front and kisses the boy that she calls her own. he is cute, and funny, and i am so incredibly happy for her, because she deserves someone that is cute and funny, and is capable of loving her for everything that she is.

at the next stop light, i see my other dear friend singing her little heart out, sorry not little, huge heart out. i laugh, thinking how out of key it probably sounds (Because we both cant sing), and smile because the boy sitting next to her has an amazing voice, and the fact that she is not shy to sing in front of him makes me happy. the little car is shaking, because now they are all dancing, and it seems that the car is dancing too.

it is late, and i shouldnt be driving, so she drives slow so i wont get pulled over. i can see it is difficult for her because she keeps slowing down and then picking up speed.

i look at the car again, and i see every now and then she looks in her rear view mirror to make sure i am there. and i smile to myself thinking how lucky i am.

we go home and break out the home videos. i decide that my dancing skills were about along the same lines as hers, and unfortunately that is nothing to be proud of.

she falls asleep in his arms and we decide to go upstairs and let them be, because such a peaceful sleep never looked more deserved.

the next morning i wake up early and listen to the sounds that the house makes. the window is open and i can hear the birds outside. the door keeps blowing open and shut in the wind. the cat jumps on the bed, and i realize that i never liked cats really till i met yours. he is shy and quiet, and the fact that he likes me makes me happy. your dad is awake in the other room and is restless because he cant go downstairs for fear he might wake them sleeping on the couch. your mother talks to herself in her sleep, and every now and then i can hear her mutter something. the cat is laying next to my head and is purring loudly, i fall asleep again until she comes in to say goodbye.

later i open my eyes confused, because i had fallen asleep again, it all seemed to be a dream to me. i have to leave because it is mothers day and i promised to cook my mom breakfast in bed.

your mom is gone and that makes me sad, i wanted to say happy mothers day, so i leave a homemade card instead.

as i drive home, the smell of the flowers you bought for my mom (because she is your mom too) fills the cab of my little truck. it is gloomy outside and cold, but i am warm, because i am thinking of last night, and this morning, and just how lucky i am to be alive and have the friends i do. its not even that we did anything all that special either. just good fun, a late night dinner, laughs, and even more at the home videos. but it makes me happy because i loved every moment of it.

the luckiest girl in the world, the one with 2 moms, 2 dads, 2 sisters, and 2 brothers.

and there is no such thing as too much love, so never believe anyone who ever tries to tell you there is such a thing as too much love, because it just isnt possible.